Through my lovers eyes
by missteff
June 2014
chapter 10
Running to fast to catch up, I trip losing my balance. I fell hitting my knee on a rock. In pain I turn my head staring at the scene that was going on in front of me. I watch as Mr. Big Wheels lays his thick over-sized hands around my fiancée neck almost choking her to death. She reaches up nailing at his hands, trying to make him let her go. He's over-powering her and continues to walk her backwards.
"No," I struggle trying to ignore my pain. I have to get to her before he takes her life.
Slamming her against a brick wall, he yells, "Tell me where that bastard husband of your is."
"I don't know..." she squeals, "Your men..." she gasps. "Kidnapped..." she coughs, " Him." He held her against the wall,
"Don't lie to me Bitch!" I'm able to get to my feet just as he pulls her forward some, putting some distance between her and the wall. I thought for sure that he was going to slam her back into it, harder this time.
"I know who you are." He kept his yelling tone, "You're one of them," Still with his hands on her throat, he shakes her head violently from side to side. All of a sudden the garage door next to her rolls up on its own.
"Someone's coming. Let her go and let's us get the hell out of here." another man shouts. Mr. Big Wheels loosens his grip, and Kate falls to her knees. Her hands automatically reach up for her neck.
"Beckett, Kate." I scream, racing over to her side. Seeing that she was trying to catch her breath, I wrap her in my arms placing my hand under her chin. She gazes up, with tears in her eyes. Seeing the fear in her eyes, a fear that this nightmare will never be over, I bend to kiss her gently on her lips. One's that I never thought I get to kiss again.
"shh...now...Helps coming."
"What, who...?" she tries to say, but could quiet get out.
"shhh now. Save your strength."
"The garage, I..." She closes her eyes, leaning against me.
"There, there." With my hand I calmly begin to rub her face, "I got you, you just rest in my arms." Within a few minutes her breathing was back to normal. I smile, snaking my fingers through her soft hair. "Everything going to be fine." I tell her but in my gut I knew that it wasn't. Glancing over at the garage door, just waiting for another bad guy to pop out at us. No one ever did. I let out a sigh of relieve. Then how? Wait, I think to myself, Beckett said something about stealing a garage opener for Rogan maybe... I didn't get to finish the thought before she shifts in my arms.
"The garage door opener you stole, where is it?" I asks her, wanting to see if my theory had any weight to it.
"What kind of question is that? You don't," She catches my eyebrows lifting. She tries to shake her head in my hands. "There's no way that."
"What that Rogan guy saved your life."
"What?"
"If he didn't..." I start my theory on her.
"What are you saying Castle?" she wiggles some reaching down.
"Cause I stole this," she pulls the device from her pocket. "That he somehow saved my life. If he had..."
she lets out a deep breath." just signed the damn papers we wouldn't be in mess."
"Maybe..." She points a finger at me, ready to poke me if I continue talking.
"Don't say it was fate or..."
"Just think about it," I call, "One last case our say bachelor/ bachelorette party case."
"Castle," she drags out my name for like the hundredth time today. She tilts her head, giving me the eye.
"Sorry had too." I respond, slinking away through the open garage door and out of her sight. I twist my head, all the way around looking at the broken parts scattered around. A bike shop? I question. That would make sense he is in a club. I don't get it are they putting them together or braking them down? Curiously I lift a green tarp that covers a suspicious mound next to a wooden workbench table to find out. Woa, I literally scream out in excitement. A really old looking Harley, was just sitting there in front of me. I say from the 30s or 40s. I couldn't tell, but it was gorgeous. I decide, against my better judgment, to sit on the thing. Just to get a feel of what it would be like to ride on one. Wiggling on it, I place my hands on the handle bars.
"Zoom, zoom." I call out. To bad I couldn't race it out of here. "Oh, Beckett," I singing call to her. Beckett enters.
"Oh," she gasps. Smiling I get off the Harley to join her side. But something catches my eye, an open box. I peer into it. More parts? Oh crap, this would make this a chop shop? Then that means the bikers...
"This is what your husband was into...stealing." I point, to the bike that I just got off of.
"That's why the biker's were after him, but if this is what they were into," I wave my hands around the room. "Than..."
"Then we got to get out the hell of here. And don't touch anything."
"Ahem," Turning and pointing towards the bike.
"I know," she shakes her head grinning some. "I saw." That was one of her more playful looks at me. Did she find me straddling one sexy? I wish I can see her on one.
"Anything else." her voice turns back to being a cop, stern and she's right what if they come back we would be like sitting ducks. no were to hid...
"Come on!" she yells,
"You can admire them later." after we step out, She quickly pushes the button on the garage opener, the door closes and not a second too soon. as car comes rolling by what if they see us.
"Kiss me." I call swinging her into me.
"You don't have to ask me twice." She calls back right before I lock lips with her. The car slowly passes us. I see a man waving his arms around in the back.
"Is that?" I say, pointing to the back window.
"Hey, that's Rogan." Beckett starts to follow on foot.
"Let's follow, and get those papers signed."
"With what we..." She glances at me, with a confused look.
"We have all the transportation we need." I respond pointing at the close garage.
"With what?" a pause.
"Oh no..." She shakes her head swallowing. "Not that... Castle, we can't just steal a bike." she responds. "From a chop shop."
"Why not, they did? Who's gonna know, And besides we can't get into anymore trouble." I tell her waving my hand towards the garage door.
"Look here comes the car again, when it passes us we can dash out behind it."
"I'm not going to win am I?" I shake my head putting on with my boyish charming grin.
"Fine, we do this." she sighs, "But this never happened." she pokes me with one of her fingers.
"Ow." She rolls her eyes at me.
"And Kate."
"Yes," her stern voice echoes.
"Show me your wild side," I chuckle, "I would love to see it."
"Castle," She shook me a nodda sign. "You know we are turning into criminals right?"
"And you are, by the looks of it, enjoying every minute of it." I look her up and down, "Just to bad you weren't wearing leather pants." I lift my eyebrows.
"Castle..." she drags out my name. That's my girl. I loved it when she used my name like that. She throws me a death glare.
"What? I can't fantasy about my bride anymore."
"Come on let's just get this over with before we get caught." Pushing the open button again, raising the garage door. Beckett tries a few bikes in the garage. "None of them work right, I can't get any of them..." she calls sitting on the old Harley that I sat on earlier and damn did she look amazing on it. I shook the thoughts from my head, I had to focus on what we were doing, following the kidnappers. How she was right. I, back in the day, couldn't handle the sight of her straddling it, in leather pants. I swallow.
"This is the last one I'm trying."
Ka whoomph...ka whoomph...ka whoomph..."damn"
"Kate," I yell at her, "Easy," Ka whoomph-thumpity, thumpity, thumpity...
"With noises like these...I don't..."
The bike came to life. "You were saying?" I tilt my head at her, giving her a smirk.
She grabs two helmet. "You coming?" she offers me one.
"Yeah," I respond picking the green helmet, placing it just right on my head. "I just hope that I don't get hat hair."
"That will mess up your boyish good looks." Beckett laughs.
"Funny," I smirk back.
"You just better hold on to my waist."
"Hold on to your waist , no problem there." My hands were made for holding her waist.
"How's this," I slither my hands like a snake around her waist. At my contact her body twitches and chills ran up my spine. Oh how this simple act is turning into something dirty. Something that I didn't want to end, to be forgotten. I lean my chin on her shoulder and whisper in her ear, "Am I doing this correctly?" I couldn't stand it. I stick out my tongue and I lick her neck. "Cas..." her breath was coming out in small labored puffs.
I swallow "Sorry, I had..."
"We can live out this fantasy later."
"We..."
The bike moves forward. We follow the car making so many twist and turns it was ridicules. Was the car trying to shake off any followers? It didn't deter us. Not with Beckett's determination. Finally turns down a dusty road off the beaten highway. Instead of turning with the car, Beckett goes straight.
"That's not the right way." I tell her, waiting best I could any way, watching the car speed off.
"I know that," She shouts back. "But if we follow to closely they see us." She explains to me.
"And you know this how?" I question. So much I don't know.
"I'm a cop, I know things." was her only response, which had me thinking. To me had double meaning. Was there subtexting to that? She does know a lot. She's done this before but not on the good guy's side. Before I blink everything goes black. Holding on to her tightly, the bike spins around at a speed faster than I would like .
"I can't see anything." Complaining like I usually do when something doesn't seem to fit the story.
"You don't need to." she responds.
"Then how.." I asks, seeing how I couldn't see anything how could she and she was the one driving.
"Trust...it's a thing called trust."
"I..."
"Castle just trust me. When following someone else sometimes you have to go unseen. Sometimes that is the best."
"Why Beckett, I wouldn't have pegged you..."
"What knowing that too, oh, there's a lot you..." I swallow, when is quiet. Our bike begins to slow downs. That meant that another one of her six-sense things. We pull up to a stop and she turns the engine off. Slamming somewhere, I couldn't tell was a car door. Swallowing I close my eyes, still waiting for something to happen holding on tight to Beckett. Did they see us. Fear rose in me. I start to shiver some. What if we pissed off someone.
"That's them. That's the truck. The one that took Rogan."
"Where, I can't see anything." trying to see, I whip my head around.
"Oh, that's right. You don't have night vision goggles." she teasing voice.
"No way." I shout excitedly at her. Then I slap my hand over my mouth. Cover my mouth, "Sorry," I whisper. "You know I get excited when there are electronic toys around. So where did you..."
"They were built into my helmet."
"Why didn't I get one."
"Anyway." She responds, her voice gets muffled some. "They are men coming from inside a barn."
"A barn? Where's the barn?"
"The only one I care about is Rogan.
"Is he coming our way?"
"Castle, it looks like we found our kidnappers."
"So." I respond. Who cares about these men unless it just happens to be Rogan coming our way. That's the only one that I care about.
"Then we should call the police." I answer crying out.
"And tell them what exactly? That we found some kidnappers and they have guns?"
"They have guns? But I..."
"Listen they are on their own property. Which is their constitutional right. We are the ones that are truestpassing.
"Yeah," I snort "To save his ass."
"Come on, Castle. Let's see if that's where they're keeping him."
"Where in a barn? You think that's where they took him? I mean why out..." feeling the shirt on the motorcycle I figure
that she left me.
"Do you want to get married tomorrow or not?" staring into the darkness, I wonder what kind of expression she had on her face.
"You know that I do." I call out to her, something that she already knew. Even though it's darker than dark I reach out for her. Feeling her fingers intertwine with mine, I sigh, I have to trust her. Something that I have slowly begin to do.
"What if they catch us, they're..."
"I'm willing to take that chance." She says stepping forward, so this is what if feels like. I feeling like a thief in the night. I move with her stealthily as we make our was to the edge of the barn. This is what it feels like to be a criminal. Sure I did many things growing up but nothing compares to the things we did tonight. Like this. I guess when you are on the other side putting away criminals it's different. I like to think that I have grown out of those days. Changed my life around short of speak. Breath Castle, I tell myself. After seeing a glow below the massive wooden doors of the barn.
"A glowing barn. Are you serious." We cautiously enter the barn, one slow step at a time.
"At least you can see now." She jokes laughing at me.
"Ha." I snort at her joke. "A good thing too." reaching up to swing the large hook in front of me out of the way so I don't get knocked out myself. We don't need that added to our delay. This place looks like the start of an Amish horror film."
"Shhh." I slowly let the hook swing back into original place after we walk further into the barn. Not seeing Beckett stop, I run smacking right into her.
"Castle," she calls turning around, "Pay attention."
"Right sorry."
Swallowing I ask,"So why did you?" glancing at the sight of a person that was slumping against a hay bale. I slap a hand up to my mouth before I could scream. I've seen to many horror movies to know what we were looking at, a dead body. Was that my fiancée husband? If so, and we get caught in here...I had to make sure, this could have been left to scare us. It was working at least for me it was. Beckett steps forward.
"Is that?" pointing my shaky finger at the hay bale. "Is that?"
"I...Rogan?" Beckett whispers, like he is really going to hear her that far away. She steps closer and closer.
This person, whoever it is, isn't moving. "Rogan is that you?" she repeats this time a little louder.
She glances at me than reaches out touching the shoulder of the man, without warning his head breaks off rolling onto the floor. I scream one of my high pitch not so manly shrieking screams.
To be continued...